Who you cry for has something to do with it. There wasn’t a place I hadn’t gone, I felt. Not a person I hadn’t looked in the eye. I had not gone through the motions. I had carefully taken account, written notes, scanned and sussed. There was a lure to this… My mentor told me that — well I don’t have a mentor. But I could imagine someone telling me that there is a string whose fibers seem to materialize along the way, and pull you. You should let go of that string before it lets go of you.
Vagues, vagaries
Vagues, vagaries
Vagues, vagaries
Who you cry for has something to do with it. There wasn’t a place I hadn’t gone, I felt. Not a person I hadn’t looked in the eye. I had not gone through the motions. I had carefully taken account, written notes, scanned and sussed. There was a lure to this… My mentor told me that — well I don’t have a mentor. But I could imagine someone telling me that there is a string whose fibers seem to materialize along the way, and pull you. You should let go of that string before it lets go of you.